January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... drink alone."

He responded quickly, "Sure. I don't have any other plans for tonight."

We used the mountain base bus to return to the chalet. I immediately started the fire which the staff had laid in the huge stone fireplace. "There are two showers. You're welcome to use one if you'd like. Don't worry. The chalet comes with daily maid and linen service." I pointed to a room behind the sitting area, and went to the owners' suite on the other side.

I emerged a few minutes later. Carlos had obviously finished first. Our ski equipment and clothes had been carefully hung and arranged in the drying room, and he was sprawled on the sofa facing the fire. "I hope that I'm not being too presumptuous, but everything was a bit damp." He was wearing only a tee and spandex trunks. My breath caught. He was quite a specimen--definitely Bel Ami material. The tee barely concealed his muscular chest and wide shoulders. He had nice deeply cut abs--as much from malnutrition as exercise, I thought. He had thick skiers' thighs and the outline of his equipment in the pouch left nothing to the imagination. He was hung, really hung, and he was chubbed (at least I hoped that was chub). If not, I was in serious trouble. (What the fuck made me think that? This guy is a kid--and a boy for Chrissakes. And even if something happens, I am certainly going to do the pitching. What difference does it make how big he is?)

I stepped into the room. The fire had already heated it to toasty warm. So I ...

... pulled off my sweater, revealing a poor-boy tee worn over cargoes. Both of us were barefoot. I guess that when I pulled up the sweater, it exposed my gut because Carlos whispered, "Nice abs, Kelly. Very nice abs. Not Daddy abs at all. They're almost a nice as your butt."

"What can I get you to drink? I've got wines--California--and several different IPAs--I don't know any of them."

"Can I see the IPAs?" With those words, he rose from the sofa. He was like a god arising from the leather shell. His curly blonde hair swept down over his deep blue eyes. And the muscles popped. And he was one of those guys that don't respect personal space. He was so close, I could have reached out to touch him.

I knew (maybe it was just a hope) at that moment that I was probably in for more than ski instruction this week. And I guess he did too.

"I noticed they've got a massage table in the second bedroom. I can help if those glutes and thigh muscles are beginning to tighten up."

Now I was sure. I think I'm about to experience my first man on boy sex. At least a happy ending. Was I ready to take that step? Then, I looked at him and recognized the expectant hunger in his boyish face. And he of course recognized that he had me. He was probably an experienced escort as well as ski instructor.

To buy a little time to think about the consequences of what was possible, I stalled. "Let's have a couple. Then, if I can still move, I'd be grateful for some massage therapy."

"If I have ...